Rocky Road

As I pedaled my bicycle down the middle of a familiar neighborhood street, I caught goose bumps. A bone chill shot down my back. Although traveling alone on the road, I felt as though someone was watching me on a side street near open land dedicated to an underground gas pipeline.

I heard the sound of loose gravel kicking up by the side of the road. I figured that my bike tires had catapulted pebbles on top of the loose gravel. I became concerned once the noise traveled along with me in the direction of my bicycle. I took a few more revolutions of my bike chain but could not shake the noise. My head shot over to the source hoping to find a jogger running by the roadside. This was not to be. I knew I exhausted logical explanations and could be experiencing the inexplicable.

I watched in horror as the deeply bedded gravel formed footstep impressions whose strides followed the trail of my bicycle down the road another ten yards. Some invisible force ran beside me.